Week Fourteen
12/12/11: This was our final week of doing A2 media, in which we completed our music video, did all four of our evaluation questions and made sure our blog was finished and we had completed all of the tasks.
-Establishing shot of block of flats -Worm eye view of her feet walking toward the flat (cannot see flat just yet) | |
Listen, little lady, This is just the worst way to spend your birthday, | -Close up of flat numbers and her pressing her key on the thing to open it -medium close up Shot of her grabbing the door and opening it |
It's thirty degrees, Thursday. You work late, you is with a perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes. | -close up of Her pressing the lift button - close up of the bag she’s holding with the cup cake. - low angle shot (on floor) of her walking in to the lift - close up shot of the lift doors closing in front of her |
Lady, the word rape sums up events that take place every night. You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if you try. | -medium long shot of her walking to the door -close up shot of her putting her keys in the hole |
And you remember that your punter went crazy last night, You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face, then you cry. Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for, You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jaw. | -medium close upshot of her putting the plastic bag down on the table and walking away -eye level medium shot of her looking in to the mirror at her battered up face, -(same shot) touching face trying to cover face with make up (starts to cry if can) Gives up and walks away |
They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure, They'll know you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door. | -medium close up of her taking cup cake out of bag -medium close up of the cup cake, her putting candle on it and lighting it. |
But young woman the pimp sees you as nothin' but a dumb hooker, Medical attention could be fatal | -wide shot of her sitting with the cup cake in front of her -close up of her blowing out lonely candle. |
'Cause the cunt wouldn't ever let a doctor near someone that's getting dough for him, 'Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in. | -*(close up shot of candle smoke) -close up shot of tear falling out of eye |
Chorus She's just under the upper-hand. And goes mad for a couple grammes. And she don't wanna go outside, tonight. 'Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and, Sell love to another man. It's too cold outside, for angels to fly. For angels to fly. | -close up of the door -close up of her face -close up of the door -shot of bird in sky. -shots of buildings. -Shot of the hospital and her walking towards it. |
Little lady, Your mind you've made up, Your injuries you can't hide with make-up. | -establishing shot of hospital inside - medium shot of her face and shoulders (taking deep breath) - close up of her foot walking in - long shot of her walking |
You need some medical advice, you make up, A little lie to say just in case the Doc opens his eyes and don't decide to play dumb. With any luck you'll see the same dude that stitched your top lip, Last year when your pimp just lost it. He wouldn't recognize you if you stared him in the face anyway 'Cause all the Herroin is making you age, But you're a heroin for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching back the funds you have left, go where you from using money gram. | *fade* - long shot in front of her as she walks along a road with cars sticking her hand out - medium long shot from behind her of a car pulling up and rolling window down her bending over and talking into window -over the shoulder shot of her taking to him -close up of her (from inside the car) of her face - medium shot (from behind) of her walking into the car - long shot of the car driving off with her inside -wide shot of car driving past fast… |
Mother had to get you out of the motherland, to study, That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand. Little does she know, you're never coming back She put you in her brother's hands only for him to formulate another plan He's the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer Fancy that? You came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, Damn. | -medium long shot of the car pulling up - medium close up shot from males window him leaning across her and opening door telling her to get out her being hesitant demanding money, him pushing her -medium shot of her on the floor -medium close up shot from males window of him getting money and throwing it at her -medium long shot of her on floor with money on her car drives away and she’s left chasing money in the wind -medium wide shot of her sitting in the corridor with other sick people around her yet she feels alone. |
Chorus She's just under the upper-hand. And goes mad for a couple grammes. And she don't wanna go outside, tonight. 'Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and, Sell love to another man. It's too cold outside for angels to fly, Now an angel will die, covered in white With closed eyes, and hoping for a better life This time I'll fade out tonight, Straight down the line. | (day time in park) *Fade* - wide shot she walks through a park aimlessly -worms eye shot of tops of trees - eye level medium shot people looking at her in disappointment - close up of her face - (eye line match) shot of a man looking suspicious - close up shot of her face, puts face down, “trying” to be discrete. - medium close up of her battered up shoes walking past - medium close up of his feet walking towards hers -close up of hands exchanging goods. -close up of her hand showing bad of coke -close up of his hand showing money. -medium wide shot of her in front of table lining up coke and going in to snort it. |
Little lady, You're trembling with fear, Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer, You're sitting facing a detective, oh dear The meddling nurse couldn't just leave it, She's only gone and made it much worse calling police in, She'll never know the gravity of the damage she's caused Your causing scandal going mad in the ward now, The copper's trying to calm you, Telling you he won't let no one harm you The same question he keeps trying to ask you, Who you working for? He's talking to you like your worth more than a dirty whore You're having a conversation you could be murdered for You're learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court | -medium shot of a detective calling her from a door -close up shot of her face looking up -medium shot of her walking towards the door -medium shot of her walking to the door and door shuts behind her -(inside the room) -medium shot two chairs in front of one another her sitting on one -medium establishing shot of detective walking over to her and stands over her (looking intimidating) - worm eye view her looking up at him -birds eye view of him touching her shoulder - medium shot of her moving back confused -shot reverse shot he sits down to speak to her eye to eye level -360 degree shot of them sitting down talking her not saying much, he hands her his card she puts it in her bag and leaves the room. |
He's kicking knowledge you ain't ever heard before Just before he leaves he reassures you that he knows that it's hard He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card Begs you to use it he's useless if you're gonna be stupid 'Cause an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips You're on your own, You've gotta go and give your pimp what you owe, You reach your door and then it dawns that you've been followed home Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat And then a voice says 'where you been bitch I wanna know.' No prizes for guessing who it is resistance would be foolishness, You open the front door, he boots you in Here's something new in him, he's silent now That fills you with terror Get your alibi straight you could be killed for an error He towers over you, the six inch knife catches the sunlight At this point, your life flashes before your eyes Your handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floor Despite the mess there's only one thing that caught his eye. | - medium long shot, in front, walking down the road - close up of her face looking scared - medium long shot from behind her (as if someone is following her) - close up of over the shoulder shot of her looking behind her -tracking shot from behind her walking towards her flat building - medium shot of a random man walking past her -establishing shot of flat -close up of her face looking relieved -medium shot from behind her she runs slightly to get to the door - close up shot of knife on her throat -medium shot of him standing there - medium shot from behind her of him grabbing her and taking her in - medium shot of him kicking her in to her flat -medium from above (birds eye view) she’s on the floor - medium close up shot of everything in bag on floor -close up of card from police and him picking it up -medium shot of him looking at card and looking at her on floor -medium shot from behind him as he goes in to kill while closing door with foot behind him. |
And in the moment of rage he brutally murders his niece and dumps her body in the boot of his Mercs in the street. | -medium wide shot of him closing the boot of his car -long shot of him driving off *fade or something* |
Chorus Little lady left this earth in the worst way, all because she got a card on her 13th birthday... And we're all under the upper- hand. And go mad for a couple grammes. And we don't wanna go outside, tonight 'Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland And sell love to another man, It's too cold outside for angels to fly For angels to fly, Fly, Fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly. Angels to die. | -long shot of him driving away from deserted location (lake side) -medium shot, on the side of the lake, of the lake pan out - long shot, looking up, shot of birds in the sky - medium close up, from above, shot of 13th birthday card in her flat floor (in colour) pan in to it, to the words inside saying from your loving uncle. |